You Are 3a.M. Poem by Natasha Dowdy

Why does 3am make it impossible to forget you?
What is it about the clock makes me want to put these thoughts into black and white?
It's the quiet
The empty time.
The everyone else is asleep time to make you think and weep, time.
The drive out the hurt with words
Spill it out, bleed it again, feel it again, time.
3am
The lonely time.
I can't sleep because it hurts too bad and I need cry again, time.
3am
Your time.